recieving a head wind against the sky, falling, falling pick those feathers up one by one, wandering, wandering

hands of the man who waits for the end are blue travel forward and separate the distance sits on a chair, mouth sealed, vision warped and reflects the black.

future is overflowing with fear the darkness goes on, the darkness gets deeper look back the mistakes in the past stack them up, stack them up

throw up the meaning of overflowing water strongly on to both of these forgotten hands i won’t abandon the smell of blood flowing incessantly, eternally

we can still be disappointed we were again discouraged abandon hope and became helpless our arms are dragged by hope pull and pulled back to the place we were

there i stop and lie down stare at your back loneliness of a smile, not to tell but to interrupt i laugh in a room and throw waste

inside a tiny falling cage down stream depending on presents the darkness goes on. as long as it flows winds go deeper gouge out those false words pile them up wash away the footprints ahead cajole us, make us forget and let us go in return for the presents we hand out